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CHAPTER L

AISLING

Spun in a spider’s cocoon, Aisling screamed, chafing her bare flesh against the needle-thin, ivory threads when she squirmed.

“One, two, three.” The Lady laughed to herself in the dark. “One, two, three, here we come.”

Aisling tore the cocoon apart with her teeth, ripping herself free, thread by thread.

“One, two, three, here we come,” the Lady repeated, as she emerged from the darkness. A grotesque colossus of a spider, reflecting Aisling’s violet eyes from the eight, beady orbs of its eyes. Blade sharp legs, clicking as she approached.

“One, two, three, here we come. Here we come. Here we come. Here we come.”

Aisling screamed, gums red with her blood, sliced by the threads she desperately tore with her teeth .